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His hair has lighten with the years but was probably once a brown auburn.

Face lined by the long summer in the southern sun, but also from smiling, clothes simple and cheerfully colored. Gendry recognizes Ser Brienne in that, wonders what has instilled such foreign patience in these people.

They all peer at him with curiosity, sometimes paired with fear, resentment, or bald-faced indifference, and mumble milord in the same lowborn color as him.

People used to being used. He remembers. What do I care what you wear on your coat. He spends that night in the forge, sending Lucas the smith to sleep in a storeroom behind the kitchen. The other lords blamed the weather or a slow recovery or awaiting word from the king for the delay.

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But seeing Davos, his equal and, he realizes with a pang of melancholy, only friend left, call himself his servant makes the whole thing, his whole life, sing more absurd than ever. Kellington, from Bitterbridge, black book on a blue field.

He swallows thickly and glances down to his hands, knuckles still scabbed from his last night terror, palms permanently calloused. They keep blindsiding him, these moments of inescapable transition. More time to hold, more time to miss, more time to keep his heart hers alone.

Will the king know about the oath he already made to his sister, the one he hates her for now? He exhales heavily through clenched teeth. Keeps his promise.

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She wears her hair neatly, two small braids holding half back, the length of it hidden in her cloak hood. She and her pack of other youngsters spent the tail-end of the long summer tramping about the Stormlands, no etiquette lessons or elegant feasts or much supervision at all. Lost plenty of people. It was still war, my lord. And just now drink only tastes of brown northern ale, prompts thoughts of brown northern hair. He asks someone to fetch Davos and a pair of shears instead.

To hide how black it is. He finds it an odd relief, hopes that one day they can trust each other with those kind of stories, have an honest sort of friendship. He presses a kiss to her knuckles, bids her goodnight, and thinks that it all went better than he could have expected.

In many ways, wedded life is not much different than before. Most of his time is still with a quill in hand, agonizing over numbers, settling petty grievances, and repeating the same orders over and over. He notices it more, that he has a wife now, as she finds her footing. Starts to join him when he surveys the larder, helps spell a particularly hard word, and when a lightning strike outside the village damages a barn, she carries out a bucket of nails herself.

He has no idea if this is the life he was asking Arya to share with him, but he thinks he can be satisfied with it regardless. A few weeks after the maester confirms her suspicions.

She looks expectantly at him from across her chamber, both hands clasped before her stomachs if to protect it. A babe that is not a bastard.

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A child born with name and two parents and the opportunity for the slightest scrap of luck. He nods quickly, lets a reassuring smile pin up his cheeks.

Of course, as long as you are. Her face is pale but she otherwise seems fine in her chair by the fire. Leave me to my misery for now. After another week passes and Coryne still fades, he writes to Sam although they both know who he really wants. Two people born thousands of leagues apart, but somehow arriving to adulthood nearly the same. More worn and honest than the rest and not sorry for it. People raised on not getting what they want.

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Coryne throws up the tea, refuses the hook, and dies four days later. It seems to echo continuously throughout the keep, driving him mad. He forces it to bear weight as he dresses, a tight and deep knot to go with the one in his gut. The stablehands and guardsmen bow as he limps through the courtyard, weaving around the normal activity. The kitchen is also business as usual, Grety the ancient cook passing him a hand-pie without a word.

Gilly still seems to fit right in there, surrounded by ledgers baring her chicken-scratch and a pile of parchment. She absently hands him one, a condolence letter with the royal seal. He stuffs it into his pocket. He finds himself visiting the graves of the first of his people he buried, thoughts on his mother. Had she felt hopeful when the king smiled at her, favored her, gave her his babe? Did she think luck was blooming for one of the scuffed Fleabottom girls, pray life could be kinder without proof that was even possible?

When the dark of his windowless tower creeps into bed with him, the air he pants in somehow dry and cold. He flees to the hot embers, the heat a match to his past, a steady glow casting shadows everywhere. The scroll that initially emerges is a neat, polite display in an unfamiliar hand, obviously dictated. The Queen in the North offers her condolences again on the passing of his wife, relays her eternal gratitude for his service, and bids him visit whenever he pleases. A delicate chain bracelet for Coryne.

A rider in plain clothes but a fine horse trots through his gates. They drink and speak of the old wounds that still ail them, the nights they should have died, and the ghosts who forever float in the corners, until Gendry passes out in his seat.

His streaming tears are as hot as melted steel as Pod cuts, for his dead wife and dead mother and all the dead strangers he smashed to bits in the snow.

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One that threatened to send them both up in flames. The glorious fall of silky dark hair was now a rusty stubble. As the idol watched, languorous flames began to caress the bright cartoon transfers on the white-painted cot. Above the quickly-snuffed out whimpers of the deeply-sleeping infant could be heard the distant clanging of fire engines. The fire flickered up the curtains. More hungry now, the tongue of flame licked across the ceiling.

Molten plaster dropped on to the figure on the floor. The young woman's body lifted slightly, gave what sounded like a sigh, then settled and lay still. Through it all, the flute-playing idol played on; his sweet, silent music a poignant serenade. The fire had been quickly extinguished. The neighbours, who had been evacuated by the firemen, had been allowed to return to their homes by the time DCI 'Will' Casey's car, with DS Thomas Catt at the wheel, edged its way forward.

The row of small, Victorian terraced houses was situated in a narrow side road on the outskirts of the eastern market town of King's Langley and the fire brigade vehicles were lined up in the middle of it. With the area car parked across the road behind the fire engines, they could drive no further. Catt pulled up and parked neatly beside the police car. As they climbed out, they silently took in the chaotic scene. Beyond the firemen in their bright yellow helmets, milling around as they stowed their gear, Casey caught a glimpse of the uniformed officers from the area car.

They were keeping the crowd of neighbourhood onlookers herded out of the way at the far end of the street. The hoses from the Brigade's vehicles writhed like snakes across the pavement ready to trip the unwary. Great puddles lay in front of the blackened ruin in the middle of the terrace. Incongruously, the puddles reflected only the brilliant blue of the August sky.

Casey straightened the jacket of his plain, sombre-hued suit as he gave a tiny, approving nod. The scene might look chaotic, but it was an organised chaos. Beneath the surface confusion, Casey recognised the quiet competence of well-oiled routine.

What a pity it had been in vain.

Soot streaked rakishly across one eye, giving him a piratical air, but under the grime, his normally cheerful face was strained. One infant. Asians, according to the neighbour. He offered up a little prayer that this latest fire proved accidental. But after the recent spate of arson attacks on local Asian families he wasn't optimistic. He steeled himself and voiced the question he had been worrying at since he'd first heard about the latest fire. Fortunately, until now, there had been no fatalities.


Anxiety had made Casey's question come out sharply, but the Fire Chief didn't take offence. They had come to respect one another, even though Casey, at thirty-five, was ten years younger than the Fire Chief and with his quiet, unconsciously puritan air and immaculate dark suit he was in stark contrast to the large, normally ebullient and slightly scruffy Chief, the pair got on well. Even when she smelt the smoke she just assumed it was another neighbour having one of their regular barbeques. That's what Mrs Neerey thought.

It was only when she got up to go into her flat to top up her drink that she noticed the neighbouring flat was on fire. That's when she rang She didn't intend to set her cheating ex-boyfriend's car on fire.

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